don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
His companion is amusing; I grin as her (I assume Astra is a lady name) tongue flickers out, mimicking Hoa. He too, finds it funny, knowing that furry animals’ tongues don’t work the same way. Giving a little gesture to indicate the deer-thing, I follow it up with what is meant to be an innocent question. “So… what is she? We don’t have anything like her here,” and my knowledge of the other parts of Caido is kind of shit, other than that Halo is cold and the Hallowed Ground was a bubble.
The next thing he says makes me chuckle dryly at the Outlander’s naivete. He’s clearly never owed a Torcher before. We aren’t afraid to call a debt in, the mental ability to calculate who owes whom at any given time cultivated from the time we begin to count. Owing me isn’t as bad as owing Jack or the Governor, but he doesn’t know that. “So you think.” The corners of my mouth grin slyly, but I’m content to just leave it at that.
“I try to stay out of trouble, but there are others who don’t. A favor for me may not end up being a favor for me.” Because that’s how Torchline works, newbie.
The next thing he says makes me chuckle dryly at the Outlander’s naivete. He’s clearly never owed a Torcher before. We aren’t afraid to call a debt in, the mental ability to calculate who owes whom at any given time cultivated from the time we begin to count. Owing me isn’t as bad as owing Jack or the Governor, but he doesn’t know that. “So you think.” The corners of my mouth grin slyly, but I’m content to just leave it at that.
“I try to stay out of trouble, but there are others who don’t. A favor for me may not end up being a favor for me.” Because that’s how Torchline works, newbie.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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